Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

“Miss Shaw, you should be clearer than anyone,” Dylan didn’t explain specifically, just said, “Miss Shaw, after all, this is Master’s own child. He would never let the child…”

“Well, then… I’ll go to the hospital. If I undergo a gynecologial examination, you will know whether I’ve had a child or not,” Harper suggested.

As soon as the words came out, tears welled up in her eyes. She slowly closed her eyes, fingertips sinking deep into her palms.

Clearly, she had done nothing wrong, yet she had to compromise again and again.

“Master said he has personally checked, and there’s no need for a doctor,” Dylan said.

Personally checked…

Just the thought of those so-called “checks” made her feel embarrassed.

“I’m telling you, you’ve got it wrong. There’s no child.”

“Miss Shaw, forgive me for my offense. With the surname Wychwood, the chance of making a mistake is only one in a million,” Dylan said, seeing her denial of the child’s existence, “I’ll go downstairs to prepare some food for you.”

Dylan left, leaving only Harper in the bedroom.

‘One in a million. I was that one in a million.’ She wiped away her tears and looked ahead, seeing a laptop on the desk in front of the purple canopy. She hurriedly got out of bed.

The pain and weakness all over her body almost made her fall. Harper bit her lip, enduring the pain as she walked forward.

With each step, her hatred for that beast Blaze grew stronger.

She walked to the door and locked it, then struggled to reach the desk, turning on the laptop.

As she waited for it to boot up, Harper’s heartbeat intensified with nervousness. The pain in her body was amplified many times over, and she had to clench her fists tightly to keep from crying out.

‘Blaze Wychwood. One day, I will repay you for all this pain.’Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

The computer booted up, and Harper was pleasantly surprised to find it connected to the internet.

She quickly tried to make a call using an internet phone, but before the call could connect, the signal was suddenly cut off. She persisted and tried twice more, but the result was the same.

No way…

Harper logged into Slack and sent a distress message to her colleagues, hoping they could help her. But she watched in disbelief as the three lines of text she typed vanished instantly.

Vanished…

Harper was stunned. She stared at the screen and hastily typed out another line, but the message disappeared again.

A tremendous sense of panic engulfed her… She tried calling the fire department, a newspaper she remembered… She needed to escape. She had to…

But the results were always the same. The calls didn’t go through.

“Bang…”

The door, already locked, was effortlessly pushed open from the outside. Harper’s heart raced for a moment as she looked ahead.

It was Dylan, pushing a food cart into the room.

“Miss Shaw, don’t waste your energy,” he said calmly.

Harper froze.

So, everything she did was being monitored by them. Everything she did was futile.

“The Wychwood Family has the most stringent information surveillance. Any electronic device not logged in by Master is under comprehensive monitoring. And, don’t even think that your calls not going through…” Dylan paused, looking at Harper with some pity, “Even if your calls do go through, it’s still futile.”

“Why?”

“Because… He’s Blaze Wychwood, the only Blaze Wychwood in the world.” Dylan said.

Blaze Wychwood. In other words – Privilege.

Harper slumped into the chair, wrapping her arms around herself in a protective gesture.

Everything she did was futile. She was trapped here, with no way to escape.

“Miss Shaw, you’re too weak. Have something to eat,” Dylan said, placing a variety of delicious dishes on the desk from the food cart.

“I really haven’t had a child, and I really had no involvement with him before,” Harper murmured, holding onto the last shred of hope as she looked at Dylan, “Mr. Foster, if I beg him to let me go, would that work?”